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A/N: I hope you all enjoy this – I love Next Generation fics, so I decided to try and write one. If you read, please review with constructive criticism or tell me what you thought of it! Thanks a ton :)

I, Felicity Ann Walsh, have been having a terrible day.

Wait, scratch that. I wouldn’t call it terrible, I would call it abysmal. I know – it’s been that bad. I know what you are thinking, how could it be that bad? Oh, it can.

It all started out this morning, like many things do (I won’t bother you going into all of the things that start in the morning, since you would probably be snoring by the time I’ve finished, and you probably already know everything that I would have said). I suppose that my friends forgot to awake me or something, but I woke up... twenty minutes after my first class (Transfiguration) started. I scurried out of bed and threw random clothes on (which happened to be one sock on my leg and the other posing as a tie). When I finally did get to class, I was thirty minutes late and I received a detention from McGonagall. I mean, I’m totally used to getting detentions, considering my best friend is Albus Potter, but still.

Then, at lunch, I was in a terrible mood and I proceeded to spill half of my pumpkin juice down my front. Smart, I know. Everyone, including my house mates, laughed at me, which was pretty embarrassing in it’s own way. Well, I guess you could say that Al didn’t, but that was only because he wasn’t even there (where was he, anyways?). Instead of crying and running up to my dormitory like any normal girl would have done, I just charmed it all off of me and continued with lunch.

At least, I thought that I had.

In the hallway, I was told by Scorpius Malfoy (Scorpius Malfoy, for goodness sake! What happened to my friends? And Shouldn’t he be off snogging Rose or something?) that I still had some juice on my shirt.... and it turns out that my shirt was covered. Normally, Malfoy wouldn’t even bother, but I suppose that he has become nicer since dating Rose or something. Fuming, I charmed it off... again, this time getting it all.

Next, I was walking to Potions, and I had to run into two people snogging... And it wasn’t just two people. It turns out that it was Julia Brown (Al’s ex-girlfriend and a complete cow – she’s Lavender Brown’s daughter, and has her mum’s surname because her parents never got married) and Al.

Rage burst inside of me, and it took all of my willpower not to go over there and curse both of them, but especially Julia, into oblivion.

Why do I care?

Well, it turns out that I have been madly and undeniably in love with Al since I was about... eleven, or so, when I first met him on the Hogwarts Express. I’ve always known that he doesn’t feel the same, so I never dared to tell him about my feelings. He’s my best friend, for Pete’s sake, and he never shows any signs of liking me, so of course he doesn’t, you know, like me or anything.

I tried to tell myself that I just didn’t like Julia, but I failed miserably. Pushing back the urge to yell at the both of them, I ran off to my next class.

I spent the rest of the day failing in class because I kept thinking about Al and Julia. Whenever I saw Al and he smiled at me, I looked away quickly and ignored him, which is a feat within itself because I sit next to him in all of my classes.

At the end of the day, I trudged up to the Fat Lady, thinking relaxing thoughts about the warm fireplace and comfy seats.. Hmm. I muttered the password, and walked forward, only to hit the tapestry.

“What the hell?” I asked, scowling. I looked around, searching for some reason why I couldn’t get inside the common room.

“The password has been changed. And a young lady like yourself should not speak like that,” the Fat Lady replied, brushing herself off from the blow from me.

“Are you kidding me?” I yelled, stamping my foot. Yes, stamping my foot. I thought they only did that in the movies (my mum’s a muggleborn, so I watch the telly all the time), but I guess not. Furious, I sat down and waited for someone, anyone, to come by and let me in.

After about ten minutes of waiting, I was approached by the one person that I didn’t want to see.

“Fee?”

I sighed and stopped banging my head. “Hey, Al. Do you know the password? It got changed and I’m stuck out here.”

“Nope. Want some company?” Without waiting for an answer, he sat down beside me and brushed his long dark hair out of his eyes, turning to face me. “Why have you been ignoring me all day?”

Crap, why is he so observant?, I thought. “I... haven’t been ignoring you. I’ve just been having a bad day, that’s all.”

I know that he still didn’t believe me, but he dropped it. That’s one of the things that I love about him – he drops the subject whenever I want him to.

I wish things weren’t so awkward between us, but I suppose that’s just the way it has to be, with me hating all of his girlfriends because I’m madly in love with him and all, you know. Wanting to fill the silence, I thought of the first thing that came to mind. “So, did you hear about Rose and Scorpius?”

Right when I said it, I realized that it was the wrong thing to say. He snapped his head up and looked at me with wide eyes. “Rose and Scorpius what?”

“Nothing,” I quickly said, not wanting to divulge that they had been secretly dating for the past few months and had finally told everyone about it. Everyone, it seemed, except Al.

He narrowed his eyes at me, but dropped it (of course). “Seriously, Felicity, you have been ignoring me all day and it’s driving me insane. Did I do something?”

“Look, Al, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” I snapped back at him.

He held his hands up and we fell into uncomfortable silence again, until he said, “Why don’t we go and do something else until the portrait hole opens again? There’s no use waiting around here like idiots.

And then I couldn’t hold it back – I flipped out. “Look, if you want to go hang out with your precious girlfriend and snog her some more, don’t let me stop you. That’s all I am, right? Your little friend, Felicity, always in the way.” I couldn’t bring myself to look at his face – I really shouldn’t have said that, but I couldn’t stop myself.

There was a long, pregnant pause before he responded, incredulously. “Is that what you are mad about? I didn’t even kiss her back; she kind of came on to me.”

I still didn’t believe him, and he knew it. “Why do you even care, anyways? It’s not like it’s your problem or anything.”

I knew that now was the opportune moment to admit my feelings, but I couldn’t bring myself to. “I just don’t like her, you know? She dumped you for that stupid bloke and I figured that if you fell for her again, she would do the same thing to you again and I didn’t want–“ I was suddenly caught off because, suddenly, Al’s lips were pressed to mine.

In that moment, I couldn’t breathe, I could think, I couldn't do anything. I think I was in sudden shock that this had happened. Then, I started kissing him back, putting all of my feelings into it. My blood boiled and I could feel his arms around my waist and I knotted my fingers in his hair, slowly standing up while he did the same. Finally, we broke apart, gasping for air.

“I just wanted to try that out,” he said, grinning at me. “I think I'm falling in love with you, Fee."

Without replying, I started kissing him again, savouring the moment once more. When we stopped, I whispered, “I'm falling in love with you, too, Albus Severus Potter. And are you sure that you don’t know the password?”

He grinned at me once more, making my breath catch in my throat and replied, “Yeah, I know it. I just wanted to do that.”

I hit his arm, hard, and shook my head. “You prat!” I exclaimed, but decided to let it go. I mean, if he hadn’t we wouldn’t have snogged, and then none of this would have happened, so I suppose that it is alright. After he repeated the new password to the Fat Lady, we walked into the common room, hand in hand.

And at that moment, I knew that, even though the rest of the day had been terrible, this was the best day of my life, so far, and nothing (except perhaps a group of dangerous and starving monkeys, ready to attack) could change that.

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- Belle